I found a ghostly lantern
Atop the ashes of a friend
Whos case was dull and cloudy
With a teather at one end
Enclosed, a glow with knowledge
Secured in secrets of the past
Whos light was quite disturbing
In spite of how bright it cast
It shines on all around me
Even the things I fret to see
A voice tells me to drop it
Yet, what truths might come to me?
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
I found a ghostly lantern
Atop the ashes of a friend
Whos case was dull and cloudy
With a teather at one end
Enclosed, a glow with knowledge
Secured in secrets of the past
Whos light was quite disturbing
In spite of how bright it cast
It shines on all around me
Even the things I fret to see
A voice tells me to drop it
Yet, what truths might come to me?
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